"Why'd you raise my son, Braelyn?" I asked, somehow managing to hide the emotion those words caused. "What is he like?" I swallowed the urge to smile as her eyes sparkled in amusement.

"He won't talk to you, huh?" A shit-eating grin curved her full lips before she smoothed it out and shrugged. "Chaos is so smart, Saint. He's stubborn as hell and so prideful that he ends up in a ton of fights. He wins, of course, be- cause he is strong, even though he's smaller than the other boys his ...